Polo G - Young N Dumb (R.I.P.) lyrics

[Intro] We was out here gangbangin' Now I'm posted on the block, my chain swingin' [Chorus] Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe it when I watch 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where ni**as die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son When known point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, it's the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb [Verse 1] Pay attention to detail, made a million off my e-mail Out in Malibu, steppin' on seashells But it could be a Glock .23 shell Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed Where I come from, we don't see Yale Block baby, I'm a trap scholar I really studied them streets well Eyeball the work, we don't need scales I got bigger, so I don't resell He'll do anything not to see jail No respect if he act like a female He really a b*tch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch Four seconds, we empty a stick Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss [Chorus] Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe it when I watch 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where ni**as die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son When known point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, it's the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb [Verse 2] Society got too many distractions Every problem don't need a reaction Toughest ni**as, they be in the past tense Even though kept his heat, he was lackin' Lost his homie, he seen this sh*t happen Knee deep in that beef, it was crackin' All this trauma increasin' the damage Hot sh*t with 'em demons attractin' This sh*t'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell How you fight in your sleep, 'cause you haunted from soul odors, that everybody smell Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance before he go to hell [Chorus] Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe it when I watch 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where ni**as die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son When known point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, it's the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride in that dirt, now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb